I’ve been doing a massive amount of research into what different cultures consider to be beautiful and this was so elegantly timed, it needed to be done. Steam forth, read what the witch hath wrote!
Originally posted on Stuff! Also Things!:
Over the past couple of years, I have to say I have grown the hell up. I don’t know when I reached the point of, yup, this is me; but it has occurred. My ideas have congealed and become fairly set as far as my sense of self, my sense of style, my place within my subculture, and my political and social feelings. I tend to not really talk about the last two.
Everyone knows the gnarly trap you wander into when talking politics. My office mates take delight in purposefully saying either completely nasty things to me or attempting to instigate me into arguments. I have had a person request that I be made to work on election day, just so I don’t help “fuck up the country further”. That last bit was said after I rather non-noncommittally refused to rise to a “who you gonna vote for? Someone horrible?” question. So, I REALLY have no desire to talk about my government.
My social feelings are rather more difficult to tamp down. I have a hell of a lot to say about how women are treated and viewed in society. I have a lot of volatile feelings about what people say unthinkingly about women’s bodies, brains, habits, how they raise their children, live their lives, and lots of other things. Here, I put my money where my mouth is, rather than just my money where my brain is (like with politics, since my mouth does not really open over that so the saying does not work so well. I probably did not need to explain that. Did it anyway. OK, I need to stop now.).